Y'all ready for the greatest rhyme ever.
I'm not saying I'm the greatest rhymer ever, but I'm saying I wrote da greatest rhyme ever.
I dedicate this to those Mormon born But not Mormon sworn…
This sh** is called Last in your cla**.
n***as, y'all listenin' know who da f** I'm talkin' bout.
Those who hated school, Those who hated all those f**ed up rules.
sh**, mos' my teachers had no idea what they were f**in' teachin' anyway!
That is why I'm not surprise by what the f** people can say.
And especially to those f**in' teachers who failed me
And to those lyriscist who think they can derail me (lol)
Here is the f**in' truth.
Oh, and f** you.
Torn cloth
From religions lost
Da world seeks a new mutha f**in' boss
You may choose wrong
But sh** dats your loss
Cause three have already carried God's great cross.
f** Einstein's theory of relativity
Yo' sh** ain't even gettin' the best of me
Cause I'm the theory of invincibility
So there's no need for You to come test me
This is my mutha f**in' destiny.
n***as I'm here to set your souls free.
Damn it's too late to flee
sh**, the ferryman done cross the sea.
Here are two coins For your souls to join
All the other dead n***a clones
Who thought they'd drone me out
But found d**h was their only rout.
From the physics Of my lyrics
Now, they're hangin' bones
And I'll have y'all n***as thinkin'
Damn, we need to leave him da f** alone.
sh** you better clear it with your cleric
Before you come step to me
Cause I'll f**in' treat you like a f**in' heretic
You f**in' derelict
When my f**in' lyrics hit.
Okay, ‘nuff with the bullsh**.
I'm ‘bout to drop this sh** for realz.
I'm so myopic when I drop a topic
That I blur all other objects out.
Hell, even Common will need a tutor to figure out
What this f**in rap's sh** is all about.
Oh, and before I proceed further
Let me say, y'all n***as need to stop chasing me
Cause y'all live in a democracy
And dis type of government can never ever
Create a good one like me
Cause I was bread to be born free.
sh** I'm a certified Country n***a
No one can come bigger
I don't have to pull da f**in' trigger
n***as y'all need to figure out
What dis hustle is all about.
I can define genius When I speak in plain English
But if a foreign language is needed
n***as y'all been truly defeated.
I move minds Again and again I'm not a lyricist
But a political theorists
My thoughts span time
Broken down in rhymes that chime
Of great minds' divine
I too was born to shine
That's why I am called what?
Hardline.
n***as wish they could be blessed
With this grace I face
So I'll change my pace
And become this generations
Greatest creation
As I cross this nation
To end all y'all n***as frustrations
Cause I done f**in' cracked what?
Da Great Conversation
I can predict the future With the rhymes I define
Time after time
And put yo' a** on an Odyssey for all to see.
I'll give a name to your unborn baby,
There I hope you're happy
Damn dat girl done gone and won a f**ing Grammy.
I'm so slick Rick wishes he were me
Rakim Biggie 2-PAC LL Ice Snoop Dre and NAS. Let me repeat this.
Rakim Biggie 2-PAC LL Ice Snoop Dre NAS
call me their Great Wizard of what?
Verse,
Cause dis rap will always be considered what?
Da greatest first.
Damn, I see more than thee
Like a bumble bee
I see lights In ultra vision
I create rhymes with pure precisions
Leaving no divisions
For fights As I take life to new heights
With da knowledge I gained from college, Mr. West.
Damn, I'm so mutha f**in' blessed with success
I cannot rest
Until I demolish Da ways of old
like it's a game of chess.
While y'all n***as were frontin' da chrome
My brain was given a second chance to be honed
This time under the Golden Dome
And as I wander through God's grand test
To be the best From east to west
Growin' my set With da crest of western civ.
n***as this is how I live.
Straight from the give and go
Of my divine flow
Ma**ive how it is
Damn, I'm so blessed To be da face
Of our future race One so damn deep
It reaps with the understanding
Where we hood Deep on Greenwood.
So, to the thugs and Black Wall Street cheats,
I must repeat What St. Augustine said,
Learn from the roads
Traveled by those who once led
But now are dead
Let their rhymes fill yo' head.
My arrogance comes From my mixed heritage Of aristocracy
Yeah I know my own biography
This is my black mythology.
n***as my black psychology
runs so deep Even Jay-Z dreams his great great-grand kids
Will reap what I peep
When he's no longer standin' on his own two f**in' feet.
Yeah, that's how long my line runs son.
f** my rhymes are like ESP
I see more than most
That's why my rhymes Top coast to coast
Yeah I can boast Even before I'm called to toast.
I'm an American born resident
Who isn't hesitant
To represent the voice of da top 1%
Yeah, I came from da bottom of the top Of da cream of da crop
I create rhymes For y'all f**ers to debate relate then incorporate
And as y'all begin dis new precedent
n***as my lines will reverberate
I kick so much knowledge
I'll have Lil Wayne prayin' To da Dalai Lama,
Republicans praisin' President Barak Obama.
Hell, now all those who have been first ladies
Wish they had my babies.
Damn, this sh** done gone f**in' crazy
So, make a date To find your own fate
And if you need help Cause my phrases feel like whelps
Then listen closely to da flows I tape.
Find your own grace
Create space From those who displace
You from your own path
And your sh** too shall last The test of time
Now go find your mind
With da Almighty Divine
So you too can go kick a**
Even if you're last in your cla**…
If you can best me, then test me
Cause the Hardline has been drawn
And I'm da number 1 public beast.
Peace!